She may have been staring lovingly at the mummy. Like one might look at a child.
But when John came in, she hopped down and sprinted over to him, throwing herself at him full force. "It's a mummy! Genuine and from what I can tell, definitely that of a pharoh and god, I don't know if I want to study it or fuck your brains out first."
Needless to say, John's feelings on the matter made a major about face and zoomed off in the other direction, which John might have been able to communicate were all his blood not swiftly abandoning his brain for more exuberant pastures.
"Mmf," he said against her mouth, "the second one. The second one!"
"Hmm," she said, and slid down from where she'd practically climbed him. Grabbing him by the belt loops, she pulled him along in the direction of the dead royalty. "Lots of time for that. Mummy is brand new."
When Daniel got to the kitchen, there was just something off. It took him a minute to realize what it was, and then he knew. As he'd passed the lab, there had been very familiar sounds. Sounds he'd heard dozens of times over the course of his life.
Backtracking, he went back to the lab, leaning against the entrance.
"A sarcophagus," he breathed. And a real one, too. Not one of the ones that the Goa'uld had used.
"And I was a twenty year old again," he retorted, not adding that he'd hit on her husband. "Do you know how to read hieroglyphics? Even if you could, would you know who she might be by the name that's on the sarcophagus?"
He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.
Temperance was suddenly grateful she'd left her gun at home today.
"Get the hell out of my sight," she said. "I don't know who the hell you think you are or who you think I am. Yes, I can read hieroglyphics, and if you are implying that as a forensic anthropologist, I wouldn't know who--"
She glanced at the sarcophagus, eyes scanning the worn pictures.
"--Hatshepsut is, and be able to give you several different possible eras in which she ruled, because as I'm sure you know, her name was scraped from most of her monuments after she died-- then..."
Pale with rage, she clenched her fists. "Of course, there is testing to do, as I refuse to draw conclusions and--" She looked up, almost surprised to see him still there. "Go away."
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"Man," John drawled, staring mournfully after the discarded bulbs before he pointed his finger at the sarcophagus. "No way can I compete with that!"
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But when John came in, she hopped down and sprinted over to him, throwing herself at him full force. "It's a mummy! Genuine and from what I can tell, definitely that of a pharoh and god, I don't know if I want to study it or fuck your brains out first."
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"Mmf," he said against her mouth, "the second one. The second one!"
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Backtracking, he went back to the lab, leaning against the entrance.
"A sarcophagus," he breathed. And a real one, too. Not one of the ones that the Goa'uld had used.
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"Back off, Jackson, this one's mine. I cried tears of blood. I fought a squid. I had a penis at one point. I earned this fine Egyptian mummy."
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He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.
"I'm thinking not."
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"Get the hell out of my sight," she said. "I don't know who the hell you think you are or who you think I am. Yes, I can read hieroglyphics, and if you are implying that as a forensic anthropologist, I wouldn't know who--"
She glanced at the sarcophagus, eyes scanning the worn pictures.
"--Hatshepsut is, and be able to give you several different possible eras in which she ruled, because as I'm sure you know, her name was scraped from most of her monuments after she died-- then..."
Pale with rage, she clenched her fists. "Of course, there is testing to do, as I refuse to draw conclusions and--" She looked up, almost surprised to see him still there. "Go away."
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